With the sun barely peeking over the horizon, we set our sights on Sainte Maxime, a quaint town nestled across the bay from St. Tropez. My quest for a new fishing line was paramount, and thankfully, a tackle shop awaited us, replenishing my arsenal with a fresh line and some enticing lures. I was back in the fishing game, a glint of anticipation in my eyes.
After a productive hour or two in Sainte Maxime, we set sail for Bonifacio, the captivating Corsican town perched atop dramatic cliffs. The journey promised two days of uninterrupted sailing, the rhythmic lapping of waves against the hull a soothing constant.
The weather gods smiled upon us, blessing us with clear skies and gentle breezes. Seizing a moment of calm, we embraced the cool embrace of the Mediterranean, diving into the turquoise depths for a refreshing swim. As we continued our journey, a special encounter unfolded. A magnificent turtle, its shell glistening in the sun, graced us with its presence, swimming alongside our boat for a while. We captured this unforgettable moment in photos, a cherished memory etched into our voyage.
